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 Sweden 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.