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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew 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?
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Can,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.