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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
the Slits,
ABC,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Monolake,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Roxette,
MDC,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.