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 Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Pole,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.