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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.