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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.