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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.