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 Georgia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.