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 Burkina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.