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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.