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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Moss Icon 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.