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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Seoul and London.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pussy Galore 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.