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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Darondo 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Can,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.