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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.