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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.