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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.