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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Index to the funk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Slave,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.