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 Angola and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.