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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 the Normal to the punk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.