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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.