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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
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.