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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.