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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.