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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.