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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Japan,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.