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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 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 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 Suicide to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Pole,
Skriet,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.