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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.