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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 The Kinks to the rock 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Mars,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Yaz,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.