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 Greece and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.