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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Pole to the techno 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.