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 Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Evens 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.