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 Senegal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks 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?
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
The Index,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.