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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.