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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Fall to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.