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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Television,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.