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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
CMW,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.