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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.