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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Yazoo to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
The Motions,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.