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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.