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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.