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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.