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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.