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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.