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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 Art of Noise 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
June Days,
JFA,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.