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 Taiwan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Television,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.