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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Shoche,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.