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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Invisible to the crunk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.