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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.