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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.