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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.