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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.