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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Slave,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.