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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.