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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
The Human League,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.