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 Luxembourg and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.