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 Nigeria 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.