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 Austria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
The Fugs,
Pole,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.