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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Index,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.