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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Stockholm and Bremen.
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 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 Kayak to the funk 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s 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 The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.