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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.