Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.