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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.