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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.