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 United States and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.