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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.