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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.