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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Japan,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Monks,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.