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 Grenada 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.