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 Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The New Christs to the electroclash 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
MC5,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.