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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.