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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.