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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.