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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.