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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
UT,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.