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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.