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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth 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?
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.