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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.