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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.