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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Wire,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Ludus,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.