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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.