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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 June Days to the crunk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.