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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the crunk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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?
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.