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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Angels of Light to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
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.