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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Brick,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.