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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.