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 Canada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.