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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.