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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Q and Not U to the punk 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.