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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Whodini 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Visage,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.