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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Pole,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.