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 Guinea-Bissau and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.