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 Zambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.