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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 sitar 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 Grey Daturas 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Scientists,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Liliput,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.