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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gang of Four to the disco 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Ituana,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.