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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.