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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.