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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the funk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.