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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.