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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The American Breed to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Faust,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.