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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.