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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the crunk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.