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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.