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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.