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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.