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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.