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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.