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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.