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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.