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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.