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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the disco 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Skriet,
UT,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.