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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.