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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.