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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
the Association,
Fear,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.