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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Suburban Knight to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.