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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.