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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.