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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.