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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
UT,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.