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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Gong to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.