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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.