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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.