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 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
X-101,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.