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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.