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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
DNA,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.