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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.