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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sun Ra to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.