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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life 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.