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 India and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the crunk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.