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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.