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 Rwanda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.