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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.