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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.