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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.