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 Honduras 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.