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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.