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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.