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 Germany and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.