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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Smog,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.