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 United States and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish 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?
Echospace,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
PIL,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.