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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Scion,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.