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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Los Fastidios 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.