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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.