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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gladiators to the funk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Television,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.