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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.