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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.