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 Uruguay 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.