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 South Africa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.