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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.