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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt 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?
In Retrospect,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.