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 Sweden 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Technova,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
UT,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Monks,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.