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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 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 The Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Television,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.