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 Seychelles 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Darondo,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.