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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 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 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.