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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.