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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.