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 Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.