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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.