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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.