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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the funk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.