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 Denmark 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pretty Things to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Wings,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.