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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the dance 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.