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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David McCallum 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.