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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.