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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.