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 Somalia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.