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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.