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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
The Names,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.