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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.