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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.