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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The New Christs 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
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.