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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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Japan,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.