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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Make Up to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.