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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.