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 Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.