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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.