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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dirtbombs to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
The Doors,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.