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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.