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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.