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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.