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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.