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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Symarip to the funk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Organ,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Pylon,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.