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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.