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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.