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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Fear,
UT,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.