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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.