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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.