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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 marimba 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.