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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.