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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Wire,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.