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 Andorra and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.