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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.