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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Joe Smooth to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.