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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.