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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the jazz 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.