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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Scan 7 to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.