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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.