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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.