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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Gladiators to the jazz 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.