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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.