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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.