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 Brunei 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Fear,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.