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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.