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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Mummies,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.