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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Swans,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.