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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.