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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.