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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.