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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.