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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.