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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.