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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.