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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.