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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.