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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.