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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.