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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.