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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.