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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
X-101,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.