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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Ossler,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.