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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 The New Christs to the techno 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.