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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Smog,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
UT,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.