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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.