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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 J.B.'s to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.