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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '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 Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.