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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
June Days,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.