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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.