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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.