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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.