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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 the Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
DNA,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.