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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
June of 44,
This Heat,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.