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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.