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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Detroit Cobras to the grunge 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.