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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.