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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.