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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.