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 Djibouti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Faust,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.