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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.