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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops 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 crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.