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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
UT,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.