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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 The Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw 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,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.