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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.