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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.