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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.