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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 John Foxx to the funk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.