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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.