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 Malta and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Japan to the crunk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.