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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.