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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.