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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sister Nancy to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.