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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.