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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Gladiators 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.