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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.