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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Offenders to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.