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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.