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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.