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 Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.