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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.