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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.