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 Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime 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?
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.