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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.