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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 Toronto and Jakarta.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.