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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 The Blackbyrds to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
PIL,
Mars,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.