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 Burkina 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.