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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.