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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Kas Product,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.