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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.