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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.