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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
New Order,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.