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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
X-102,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.