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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.