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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.