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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.