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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.