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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.