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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.