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 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 cv313 to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.