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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.