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 Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Accra.
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 David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.