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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. 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?
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
cv313,
The Martian,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.