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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division 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?
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.