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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.