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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.