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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.