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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.