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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Scion,
X-101,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
New Order,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.