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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.