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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.