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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
MC5,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.