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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.