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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.