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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.