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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alphaville to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.