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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim 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?
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.