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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Byron Stingily 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.