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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Franke,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Can,
Skriet,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.