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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Nico,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.