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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.