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 Kenya and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 MC5 to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.