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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The United States of America to the jazz 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.