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 Monaco and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.