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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.