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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.