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 Lesotho and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.