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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
UT,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.