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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.