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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.