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 Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
MDC,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.