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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
The Move,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.