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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.