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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.