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 Eritrea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.