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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.