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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 guitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.