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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.