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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Main Source,
Brick,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Television,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.