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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Shoche,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.