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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.