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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Smog,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & 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.