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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.