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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the funk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.