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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Yellowson to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
The Slits,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.