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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.