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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.