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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.