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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.