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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.