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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
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.