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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.