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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
DNA,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.