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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
UT,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.