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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms 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?
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.