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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s 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 Rakim 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 Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.