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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Visage,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.