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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.