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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.