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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.