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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.