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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.