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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.