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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Victims to the rock 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.