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 Gabon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
JFA,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.