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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 synthesizer 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Smog,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.