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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.