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 Japan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
UT,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.