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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 David Bowie 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 Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
EPMD,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.