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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.