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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.