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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.