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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Motions to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.