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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.