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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.