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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.