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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.