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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Dead Boys to the dance 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.