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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Lyres,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.