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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.