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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.