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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.