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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Can,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.