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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.