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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Al Stewart 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?
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.