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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.