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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.