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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.