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 Yemen and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.