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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 cv313 to the grime 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.