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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 The Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
MC5,
John Holt,
Can,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.