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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
June of 44,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.