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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.