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 Canada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
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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.