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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.