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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls 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?
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.