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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.