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 Georgia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.