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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
JFA,
10cc,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
The Victims,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.