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 Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.