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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.