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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.