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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.