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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Can,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.