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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.