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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.