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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.