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 Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.