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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.