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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.