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 India and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.