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 Jordan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.