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 Africa and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Smog,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.