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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.