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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.