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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.