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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.