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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 mellotron 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 The Remains to the disco 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.