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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.