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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.