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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.