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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.