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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.