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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.