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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.