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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.