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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 American Breed to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.