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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.