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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.