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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Residents to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.