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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.