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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.