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 India and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.