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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.