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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.