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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.