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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.