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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms 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?
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.