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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
UT,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.