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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.