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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.