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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.