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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Victims to the rock 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.