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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the dance 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras 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?
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.