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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.