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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 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 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 Can to the punk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.