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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Echospace,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.