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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Procol Harum 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.