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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.