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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water 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?
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Brick,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.