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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova 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?
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.