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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.