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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.