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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Scientists,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.