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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.