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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Supertramp to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.