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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.