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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.