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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.