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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
The Sound,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.