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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Nico to the rap 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
The New Christs,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.