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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.