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 Uruguay 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.