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 Belgium 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec to the rock 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.