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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.