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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 10cc to the punk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
JFA,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
The Monks,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.