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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.