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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Victims 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.