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 Madagascar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.