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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.