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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Kas Product,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.