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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.