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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.