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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.