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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.