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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 chamberlin 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 L. Decosne to the grunge 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.