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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.