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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.