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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.