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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Fire Engines to the techno 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Mars,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.