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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.