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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.