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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Swans,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.