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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
the Human League,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.