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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.