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 Poland 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.