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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.