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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Buckinghams to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.