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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.