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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.