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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.