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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.