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 Tonga 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Q65,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.