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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 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 David Bowie 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 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Nico,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.