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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.