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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Magma,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.