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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Index,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.