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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.