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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.