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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.