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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.