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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.