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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Misunderstood to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.