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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.