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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.