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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.