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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Liliput,
the Association,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.