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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.