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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 clarinet 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Motorama,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.