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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.