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 Ghana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.