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 Mexico and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson 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?
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.