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 Poland and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.