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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Pole,
This Heat,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.