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 Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
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,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.