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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.