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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.