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 Jordan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.