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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.