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 Croatia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Suburban Knight to the grime 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.