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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
CMW,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.