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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Fear,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.