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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.