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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Nico,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.