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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
The Names,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.