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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the crunk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Q65,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.