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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Faust,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.