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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Porter Ricks 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.