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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.