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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.