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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.