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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.