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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.