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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Slave,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.