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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.