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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.